I stopped and said, "Hey." He was not happy."What are you doing, bitch? Is this your boyfriend?"I saw the brand on his arm and knew he was in Reggie's... frat. Before Monica could answer I spoke up, "She is not my girlfriend. She is my slave." I should kill you for even saying that." Well, as I was told not too long ago, the truth is the truth and you can't get in trouble for saying it. Before you start getting mad or starting something you can't finish I think you should just continue with. “Why would you react like that?”“The same reason you were hurt by Becky. Because I love you.”“Why is it OK for you to have as many women as you want, even when we’re together, but you freak out because I might have fucked a guy when we were broken up?”I had to get back to work. I knew that we didn’t have enough time for this conversation.“I’m sorry,” I said. “I owe you a long conversation on this, and I have to get back to work. Can we talk after work?”“What about Melanie?”“Screw her. We need. We're going out." Like this?" Stephanie shreaked as Marie pulled her up to her feet."Oh, yeah," Marie said.A half-hour later, the two cheerleaders were walking through a 24-hour mall in a community in the next valley. Considering the time and the distance, there was little chance that many (or any) of Stephanie's classmates would stumble across them. They were giggling, arm-in-arm, hauling ridiculously oversized bags with them -- just a couple of girls enjoying a night at the mall."I want to. There isn’t much of that junk we have that would work here.”V rushed up to him and grabbed his shoulders, “You’d better not be shitting us or I’ll cut your hairy balls off!”He put his hands on hers, “That’s the fire I love in bed with you! No more working in the project for my sweetheart. And nothing but the best for your mom either.”There was a lot of bawling going on for a while and V thought seriously about balling Frank right there on the balcony. Then she figured they could do it out there.